The Hearts That Live In Our Homes

The hearts that live in are homes As guns fire and planes fly higher we lose a home. We all have stories and those story’s carry are souls. Each of us all are dissimilar but the one thing we share together is a home. A home is a place of tranquility, bliss, and harmony. Every creak,scrape, and squeak puts content in are hearts. The palace we call home shields us from the despicable world outside, Are homes secure us from misery, woe, agony, And despair. A home is not a house, it is a place of peace,love and joy. Homes are the birthplace of compassion, affection, and loyalty. While a house is just a shelter a home is are souls and minds. We all have something to hold And we hold our own homes.